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around his neck. It felt so good to have the man she had hated for so long here with her. She never imagined that this day would actually come, and she wasn't even sure that it was here now.
    She could still hear the faint shouting in the distance, and it made her feel uneasy. She released her father and looked into his eyes, now wet with tears. Seeing him so emotional made her feel emotional as well. She was unable to hold the tears in, and they erupted in a flood. Her whole body heaved with each powerful sob. After a few minutes, she was able to calm down enough to talk to her dad.
    "Is it true that you're going to die?"
    "Yes, Munchkin, I am going to die soon. That's why I'm here. We don't have time to waste. I have to tell you a few things, and we need to decide what to do about your mother." The mention of her childhood nickname sent a fresh roll of tears streaming down her cheeks, but she was determined not to allow herself to lose control like before.
    "What can we do? She is so powerful that everyone is afraid of her. One of the witches saw her kill a vampire in a bar and not even blink."
    "That sounds like something she would do," he laughed.
    "I'm scared."
    "Don't be scared, Munchkin. I'm here now, and we can get through this together." He placed a consoling hand on her shoulder, and she felt the warmth and love that she had been craving since the age of twelve. She was a little girl again who needed and loved her daddy.
    She couldn't shake the sound of the shouts in the distance, but she tried to ignore them. There was nothing in the world that could disrupt the euphoria she felt being here with her father.
    "We should get you something to eat. You are going to need your strength." He rose from the bed to get a plate of bread from the fireplace. Out of the Dutch oven, he ladled a mug full of what looked like a hearty apple cider. He placed the plate and mug on the small wooden table, and Kayla got up from the bed and took a seat. The sweet cinnamon apple smell from the mug mixed with the decadence of the warm bread and butter made her feel even more like a little girl again.
    She took a small bite of the fresh bread as her father gazed at her from across the table. She was amazed at how good she felt to be here with him, despite the situation. She was losing all the disbelief she had in this environment. She had started out believing that it was an illusion, but now she was not so sure.
    The shouting from the distance was getting louder and louder. She strained to hear what the distant voices were saying, even though she found them to be little more than disruptive of her special time with her long-lost father.
    "Kayla, don't…" is what she thought she was hearing from the distance.
    "Munchkin, why does she want to hurt you?"
    "Money. Your insurance policy, to be exact." She held the warm apple cider in her hand, the spicy, homey scent filling her with nostalgia for an imagined childhood.
    â€œDon't…” that voice from the woods yelled again.
    "I never meant for her to know about that. I tried to keep it a secret, but Carolyn is so powerful, she found out. My abilities are nothing compared to hers."
    "You're a witch, too?" she asked incredulously.
    "Yes, I am. I am not half the witch that Carolyn is, though."
    "You mean she's a conniving, evil bitch."
    Her father seemed to take offense to the criticism.
    "Carolyn is a very powerful and beautiful sorceress. You would do well to remember that," he snapped at her.
    "She is a hateful, demonic shrew that is trying to kill me," she pushed.
    Her father was obviously getting irritated with her opinions of Carolyn, and Kayla had to wonder why he felt so strongly about a woman he had walked away from twenty years earlier. She swirled the cider in her mug and again enjoyed the strong scent. She lifted the mug to her lips, but then moved it away, wanting to press the issue of Carolyn.
    "Why are you glorifying her? She's an awful person who’s treated me like